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I'm getting married. I've spent the past week going to parties and dinners, meeting the rich and famous and accepting their congratulations and best wishes on my upcoming marriage. I have a new wardrobe, new hair color, and eyelash extensions that drive me crazy. Jarrod and I have been staying in his blue room until the wedding takes place in the backyard of his grandparents' mansion. Every day, I almost talk to Jarrod about canceling the wedding. Every evening, when I'm alone with him in the blue room, I change my mind. I mean, marriage can't be that bad. A lot of people get married. Of course, those people probably don't get married to a man who's only doing it to keep his company. So whatever feelings I'm feeling for Jarrod, the reasons behind the wedding hang over my head. In fact,